As the day became night, Melinda and Faith were sitting at their favourite picnic table, eating something unidentifiable that Melinda’s mum, Babs, had made, just for them. Melinda picked a bit of steak from her teeth, whilst tasting strawberries; the mixture bubbling up hot in her throat. “Sorry, this one is especially bad.” “Yeah, itContinue reading “Chapter 5.01 – Sad Liquid”